Poetry Friday - Don't ask dumb questions ...

Don't ask dumb questions, kid: get into bed!I'll help you with your clothes. The sheets are freshas virgin foolscap laid, their blankness spreadto take impressions of the word made flesh.Hold up! the point we're driving at we'll cometo soon. I know these postures are absurd,but sometimes artists have to pose, and someof ours may give rise to the flesh made word.When words collide, when poets